New Gainer Fiction - “Deliveries”

Deliveries

by Lardfill, October 2020

The first time I saw him, I just had to follow him.   It sounds creepy, but I couldn't help myself.   I had been at the bar late one night and took the city bus home when all of a sudden, we pass by this enormous fat blob of a guy who's waddling down the sidewalk with bags of fast food in his hand.   Before I knew what I was doing, I was getting off at the next bus stop miles from my house.  

I had to see him up close.   I had to see his soft belly wobbling out from under his massive tight shirt.   I had to see that big double chin jiggle with every step, smeared with grease from a burger that he's already stuffed into his mouth while waddling like a sweaty pig.    I tried to say hello but I was so captivated by the beautiful sight of all that lard that my mouth opened but I couldn't seem to make a sound.   He waddled by slowly, the smell of burgers and fries filling my nose but also a hint of his soap and his sweat.   I could've melted right there, but my feet had other plans.

I began to follow him from a distance.   I slowly followed, taping him secretly on my phone.  I felt like a pervert, but I couldn't help myself.  His giant ass was swaying and shifting so much, with his ads crack exposed above his sweatpants and his giant overhanging belly swayed into sight from behind as his waddle made all his blubber shift and wobble wildly.    He had to be well over five hundred pounds and he wasn't very tall, especially compared to me.   I'm a few inches over six feet tall, and I was roughly a head taller than this fatty.   He was young, early twenties, but his overinflated appearance and lack of facial hair made him look boyish, like something out of some cautionary fable about gluttonous behaviour.   He was pure fat and looked like he was eager to add more by the looks of his heavy bags of greasy burgers at 3am.

My body is the complete opposite than this butterball's.   I'm tall and I keep fit, especially for a man of my age.   I'm in my forties, and I've kept myself together better than most men my age that I know.   I have a bit of a "dad bod" but I can easily lose that with a little extra time in the gym, and I go to the gym at least three times a week for serious workouts and weight lifting.   I like how I look, but I like the look of an out-of-control piggy more.   I don't want that for myself, but I love pushing food on a guy who's hopelessly fat.   It's such a turn on to watch an obese, out of shape slob gorging on fattening foods.   Seeing them grow out of their clothes, grow out of a normal life - all because they can't help but pour more calories into their bellies.    I've searched my whole life to find a local piggy like that, but never seemed to find one until that night.    He was perfect.   I wanted him more than anything else.   So I followed him.

By the time he reached his apartment, he had emptied one bag of burgers and had slowed down significantly.  It was only two blocks from the bus stop, and three blocks from the burger place where he got his food, but he was so out of shape that I could hear him wheezing and panting from a half of a block's distance.   He stopped at a small four story brick apartment building and fumbled for his keys in his pocket.   He nearly dropped the remaining bags of food before finally jamming the key in and opening the door.   I wasn't going to follow him into the building, but I had to wait and see if I could get a glimpse of which floor he was heading to through the glass entranceway.  

He slowly worked his way up the half staircase and I could see him waddle off down the hall.  I lost sight of him so I darted over to the right side of the building and saw all the lights on that floor were off.    I rushed over to the left side of the building to see the same - no lights on - but then a single window lit up.   It had to be his.

At this point, I decided I was being too much of a creep and walked away with my mind swirling over what I had found.  How could I meet him?   How could I talk to him?  I was twice his age and a bit intimidating looking.   I've always found it hard to meet people because I always look like I'm going to cause harm to them.   I don't smile much and apparently I look like a thug or some kind of mob member or construction worker (which I am).   I'm not unpleasant, but I come from a long line of blunt, brutish looking men who don't look too friendly.   What can I say?  I guess it's in my genes.    So that's why I had such a big dilemma.   How does an older brute express himself to a helplessly obese little piggy without intimidating him or scaring him off?    

That's when it hit me.   I came up with a plan to meet him that would put me front and center in his life.   He was a fat pig, and fat pigs love food.   I would supply it to him and deliver it right to his door.    I would create a flyer for a super cheap takeout-only restaurant that doesn't exist and put it under the fat slob's door.   When he ends up ordering food from the place, he'll actually be calling me, and I'll just order that food from local restaurants nearby and pretend to be the delivery guy.   Easy.

I got home to my little townhouse on the edge of a busy commercial street loaded with restaurants and fast food.   I sat down naked at my computer with all the take-out menus I had for local restaurants on my street.   I created a new menu based on the other menus and thought up a restaurant name for my fake take-out-only restaurant - "Oinky's".   I put my own phone number on the flyer and made myself wait for a few days before going back to the fatty's apartment to drop the flyer off.   I needed to wait and make sure I wasn't going too far.   I knew I was, but I just couldn't help myself, even after waiting to give myself time to think it over.

I ended up slipping through the front door at his apartment building when another renter was walking out.   I hopped up the half staircase to the second floor and walked down to where his window would've been and stopped.   I was going too far.  This was a bad thing to do.   Then I heard him.    I heard the heavy pounding steps of someone four times heavier than they should be.   A loud belch.   The crackle of a junk food bag opening and then about ten seconds later, the sound of a lighter flicking and then the gurgling of a bong.   I could smell the scent of weed along with the fatty smell of that lingers a day after cooking bacon.  

He wasn't going to change - this was truly a hopelessly lost glutton who was going to grow fatter and not stop.    He truly was perfect.   I slipped the flyer under the door and then quickly walked out of the apartment building and drove home.

I had bought a few other things to seem like a legitimate delivery man that afternoon.   I went shopping for a plain black polo shirt, plain black pants, and a plain black hat to at least appear like I was wearing some kind of uniform when I delivered the food.  I bought some blank takeout boxes of varying sizes at the wholesale store just in case I had to transfer anything over to unmarked boxes.    I also purchased a debit card scanner for my cellphone so I would be able to seem like a legitimate restaurant.    I went home and tried the clothes on when the phone rang.

It was 6:45pm - dinner time.  

 I answered the unknown number with "Oinky's.  How can I help you?"

The voice that replied made my dick stand up hard.   He was so obese that his voice sounded fat.   I could hear his big double chin and fat cheeks distorting his speech, making him sputter a little.   I wanted to stuff food in those lips so badly.

"Hey, I got this flyer for your place that says the first order is only $10?   Is this correct?" the fat voice asked.

"Oh yeah, that's for our opening special.  We're just a kitchen that delivers, so we can keep prices low without running a whole restaurant," I explained, suddenly worried that I was explaining too much.

"Oh awesome!  So is there a limit to the size of the order?" the fatty asked.

"Nope!   No limit as long as you have that flyer," I replied.

There was a dumbfounded silence on the other end until I heard a little chuckle. "Alright then, well... I'll take five large meat lovers pizzas, two of the Belly Buster burgers, fries, onion rings, two of the fried chicken sandwiches, two of the Philly cheesesteaks, two gyros, three large orders of chicken wings - honey garlic," he listed.  "Is there anything you would suggest?"

I nearly shot a load of cum in my pants at the question.

"I'll add a few cheesecakes, one of our blooming onions, and a sampler of our chinese food options.   Sounds like you're having a party there, so I'll add on nachos and chicken strips with dips.   Can I get you anything else?"  I asked, furiously writing down the order.

"No, I think I've ordered enough," the fat voice laughed.  

"Alright, well, that should be showing up at your door in about 30-40 minutes," I informed, before almost forgetting to ask for a location.  "Oh, and what's your name and address?"

He gave me the address I already knew and I finally found out his name: Duncan. 

After hanging up with Duncan, I immediately called five different places and ordered each of the items he wanted, plus a few more. I wanted to lure this piggy in and I knew food was the only way. I was going to fatten him up and get him calling back for more.   All I wanted to do was jerk off, but I got myself ready to pick up all the food and deliver it to my greedy little piggy.

I arrived with a backseat full of food.   It was going to take two trips into the apartment to deliver it all.    I couldn't stop my erection so I ended tucking it into my belt before I began to bring the food up.    I rang the buzzer and he buzzed me in.   I strode up to his apartment and knocked.   The heavy sound of footsteps approached the door and the deadbolt unlocked.

The door swung open to reveal the perfect-looking piggy dressed in skin tight pajama bottoms that had little burgers with wings printed all over them.   His tank top revealed his entire lower belly and his fat tits hung out the sides, partially revealing big soft pink nipple.    He was the most beautiful guy I had ever laid eyes on.   His soft lips, his hungry brown eyes - I wanted to grab his fat face and kiss him deeply.   I wanted to push my cock into his fat as I stuffed every morsel of his meal into his belly and then suck him off when he's too full to function.     I wanted him to be mine.

"Alright, Duncan? I got half your order here, and I'll be right back with the rest!"  I exclaimed, fighting my urges to pounce on him like a wild animal.

The fat glutton let out an almost sexual moan as he looked down at all the food and then back up at me.  He wanted it so bad.  

Fuck, I wanted to fuck him right then and there.    Feed his mouth the food, and feed his asshole my throbbing cock.    I wanted to make him scream for more while I pump my cum deep inside of his giant ass, my fingers in his mouth as they push a cheesecake down his throat.

I snapped out of my fantasies and passed the stack of pizzas to him and then offered to set the rest inside.   He gladly let me carry the rest of the food over to the coffee table in front of the couch.   He quickly cleared off his bong and weed and several empty bottles of pop and empty boxes.

"Got the munchies, huh?"  I asked with a grin.

He chuckled and patted his belly, "Yeah, it's kinda obvious, isn't it?"

"As long as you get enough, big guy.  That's all that counts," I said assuringly.   "I'll be right back with the rest of the food."

I ran back out to the car and got the rest of the food out.    Most of it was the extra food I had ordered.    The order was massive and it set me back over a hundred bucks but it was completely worth it as I returned to watch his face light up in seeing the massive feast set out in front of him.

I watched as his round ball of a body wobbled over to the food and leaned over the stack of pizzas like he was being beckoned by some unheard voice.    I watched him open the box and stuff a piece in his mouth with such uncontrolled appetite that he  nearly swallowed the whole piece with barely a single chew.

My cock throbbed so hard, tucked between my pant line and my underbelly, that it forced its way up from under the belt and shirt and popped its engorged head up into the open air.   I scrambled to hide it, slipping out the door and into the apartment hallway.   I slumped over and slowly made my way out to the car where I couldn't help myself and jerked off.    I came all over my outfit and ended up jerking off again just looking at his window from the street.    He was perfect, but I couldn't help but picturing him so fat that he couldn't move.

It was only one day later when he called back with another food order.  The piggy was hungry and needed a stuffing, apparently.   I knew he was perfect for me.   I answered the phone and took his much smaller order.   It was only three pizzas this time but I would throw in a few free additions to surprise him.   After hanging up with Duncan, I called to the little pizza shop on the corner and placed an order for four large meat lovers pizzas and garlic fingers and then got dressed in my delivery outfit.

With an extra pizza, garlic fingers, and a tray of bakery cupcakes, I rushed Duncan's delivery to him only thirty-five minutes after he called.   I arrived at his apartment and brought up the stack of food to his door.   He opened the door with an unsure smile and let me in to place the food down on the coffee table.  

He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and grey sweatpants, his fat straining at the fabric all over.   Every roll was visible and a sliver of belly hung out underneath.   I wanted to get down on my knees and push my face into that overhanging belly so I could run my tongue over the soft heavy underbelly.

"So how much do I owe you?" Duncan said, his tone a little too firm.  

"Twenty two bucks," I replied and then froze as I pulled out my cell phone with the card reader.  

I hadn't done this yesterday.   I forgot to charge him yesterday!  

My heart skipped a beat.

He knew.  

"I didn't order all that," Duncan said, eyeing up the stack of pizzas and the cupcakes.

"I - No.   It's our policy to put in extra as a bonus whenever we can," I said assuredly.

"You know...  I wasn't charged for my order yesterday," Duncan began, his expression lightening a bit at the end.  "That must just be company policy too?"

I cleared my throat and tightened up a bit, possibly being given an excuse.

"You're a new customer and sometimes we just want to make a really good impression on new customers," I bluffed.  

"Hey, no complaints here," Duncan laughed, patting his giant belly.

"Growing boy's gotta eat,"  I said with a sly grin.  

"Exactly," Duncan chuckled, swiping his card and paying less than half of what the order was worth.  

"You enjoy that food, big guy,"  I said as the transaction was approved, patting his belly lightly for a second.    

Duncan blushed a bit but then went quiet, giving me looks that were deep in thought.  To me, it almost looked like he was looking at me with butterflies in his stomach.   Maybe he thought I was handsome?   The thought of that made my heart soar - right into my throat.   I wanted to say more, but I felt like all that would come out of my mouth would be a deep moan.   It took all of my determination not to rip his clothes off right there and show him how sexy I thought he was.

I left him biting his lip as he watched me leave.   He was no doubt already stuffing his fat face from the giant pile of food by the time I was leaving the building, his fat fingers digging into his feast, ready to shove food down his throat and add more blubber to his frame.    I couldn't help myself and ended up jerking off in the car, picturing him stuffing his face like an animal, never getting enough into his belly as I urge him to eat more.

The month that followed was filled with daily food orders.  It was rare for him to miss a day.   Every evening, he'd call with a hefty order and I'd boost it up to nearly double of what he asked for.   Day after day, he'd open the apartment door and reveal a slightly bigger version of himself.   He had to be packing away at least 10,000 calories a day, enough to pile several pounds of pure lard onto his beautiful soft body.   His shirts rode up higher, his waddle got heavier, his breathing was more laboured - he was completely addicted to food and it was quickly changing his body.    

Sometimes he wouldn't even wear a shirt to the door and I'd spend the entire time glaring at his fat.  His deep bellybutton, his giant soft pink nipples stretched out so big that there was barely any definition to their edges left - his body was a perfect sexual fantasy to me.    His love handles were growing more and more, snagging his shirt and pulling it tighter.   All of that was topped by his enormous ass.    His ass and thighs were so thick that they were altering the way he walked.   His thighs slowed down his legs by touching all the way to his knees, pushing his legs apart with blubber while his ass was ballooning in size, pulling all his pants, sweatpants, and shorts tighter and tighter so his ass crack was hanging out more and the tight fabric restricted his movements even more.  

As his clothes seemed to be shrinking by the day, I couldn't stop my cock from throbbing and pulsing against my pants.   I would leave his apartment and either drive home immediately to jerk off, or just rub one out in the car right there if the daily sight of Duncan was too intense to contain myself.    One time, the fat pig took the top box off the pile of food as I was bringing in to rest on the coffee table and began to furiously dig into it like he hadn't eaten in days.  It was a box of honey garlic chicken wings that he had grabbed, and within seconds, he was moaning sexually as he sucked back the fatty meat and sauce.   I had waited and watched him devour the entire box in less than a couple minutes.  He simply lost himself in eating.    He had been leaning over the kitchen counter eating and then when the box was empty, he turned around and seemed surprised to see that I was still standing there with the card reader ready for payment.   He turned bright red with embarrassment and went to wash off his face and hands before swiping his debit card.    

"I'm so sorry about that.   I've been starving all day," he apologized as he swiped his card.  

I wanted to tell him that watching him eat was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.   I wanted to open the next box of food and spread his ass so I could fuck him while he eats.   I wanted to pump my seed in him and then do it again while I fed him the next box of food... and the next.    I wanted to wrap myself around his soft fat body and feed him until he can't move and then feed him more.    I wanted to kiss and lick him, taste him and tease him along.   Suck and pleasure him when he's too bloated with food to do anything but lay there and moan like a pig.    

"You better get to the rest of that food before it gets cold," I said firmly, trying to contain myself as much as possible.   I left the apartment, feeling a wet spot growing in my pants where my erection was throbbing.    

Another time I delivered, Duncan was wearing a house robe that he had clearly outgrown as the robe no longer closed fully, so he had gathered the ends of the robe and pulled them up high to overlap them as best he could, tying the waistband under his belly to hold everything in place.   The second he opened the door, the robe untied from the pressure of his belly and the robe flapped open, spreading wide open off the curve of his belly, revealing a large fat pad hanging under his belly.   His dick had no chance of surviving against that fat roll, and I could imagine that all that was left of his penis was a hole and a little cock head being buried in lard.    As he struggled to close the robe, I just grinned and brought in his heavy pile of food.   I turned around to get a good look at him and noticed how many new stretch marks he had growing on his body.    His thighs had begun to grow rolls of their own, and I couldn't even see his ball sack anymore.   His fat pad that had swallowed up his cock was enormous.  

"You really don't need to worry about covering up with me," I told him, assuredly.  

"It's laundry day and I guess this robe doesn't fit like it used to.   I'm so sorry," he said, still trying to keep the robe closed.

"I mean it, you don't have to worry about clothes," I said again, stepping up to him with the card reader.  

He paid and I lightly grabbed at his belly, feeling the soft fat bulge back through my fingers as I gripped it.    

"Are you hungry?" I asked him, still holding his fat.

He moaned lightly and then looked ashamed.    

"I'm always hungry," he said sheepishly.

I leaned in, pressing my firm masculinity into his soft naked curves and whispered "Good, eat it all."

I had never wanted to fuck him more in my life, but I needed to come clean about the deliveries.   I felt awful for betraying him, but so aroused at what just a month of my services had done to his body.   He was ballooning with fat so fast.    I just wanted to experience it.   I wanted to push into him and feel his weight pressing into me.   I didn't want to just bring him food.  I wanted more.    I wanted to dominate him and turn him into a non-stop eating machine for me.   I wanted to grow him for myself and feed him whenever I felt like I thought he needed to be fatter.  

I left with a big muted smile on my face as he thanked me for the food and slowly shut the door as I left.   I needed to take another step in this game I had created.   The next time he orders food, I'll bring some weed and twice the amount of food that he orders.   If I suggest that it's the end of my delivery shift and tempt him with a bunch of joints to smoke, he might invite me to stay a while.    I know it's wrong to deceive him but at the same time, I can't let him go.    He stepped out of my fantasies - I have to at least attempt to complete the fantasy.

It was three days before he called back with another order.   This time I was in the gym locker room, after just completing two hours of an intense workout when my cell phone lit up with his number.   I quickly answered without thinking, just answering "Hello?" before realizing my mistake and then quickly blurting out the restaurant name.   "Oinky's."

He ordered a small feast - enough to feed six to eight people, so I doubled his order afterward.    I called the real restaurants as I jogged home from the gym, needing to get myself showered up and changed into my delivery outfit as fast as possible.   As I showered, I couldn't get rid of my erection.   All I could think about was that fat pig opening his apartment door and then opening his mouth and gobbling up all of the food, adding more and more fat onto his body until he becomes too fat for clothes.   I'll keep delivering to him as his mobility slips away.   I'll keep bringing food even if he doesn't order it and he'll eat it because he's that special type of guy who can't help himself.   When there's food placed in front of him, he'll eat until it's gone.   He'll eat himself into immobility and then keep eating, and I want to be there to keep pushing fattening food down his throat.   Suck his cock as the fat swallows it up.   Fuck his giant ass as he eats like a pig from a big bin of food, show him what it really means to be a fat growing piggy.

I snapped out of it and realized I was late, stroking my soapy cock in the shower as I fantasized about Duncan's growing lard body.   I raced out of the shower with a full raging erection and tried to find my delivery outfit shirt, but it was missing.   I gave up searching for it and convinced myself that a thin white undershirt tank top was acceptable, and it showed off my pumped arms and hairy firm chest very well.   I packed my sizeable cock into my pants, wearing a red jockstrap to contain the erection as best as I could.  

I grabbed the bag of weed that I had purchased from the weed shop.   It was a special strain of weed meant to increase appetite in people with chronic illness, but I thought Duncan could use a boost to his appetite.  I rushed down to the car and picked up the food orders as fast as possible.   I was running ten minutes late when I arrived at Duncan's apartment building, so I immediately grabbed every bag and box of food and brought it up to the building in one big load.   I knew this would flex my muscles and keep them looking pumped from the gym.

Duncan opened the door, revealing that he was shirtless.   His soft pink skin wrapped itself over rolls of heavy fatty flesh that sagged all over his body.   His wide nipples caught my attention immediately and I couldn't look away, except to steal a look at his soft wobbly belly.  

"Holy!  What's all this?" Duncan exclaimed at the sight of all the food.  "Come in!  Come in!"  he exclaimed, stepping out of the way.

I walked in and put the pile of food down on his coffee table and then took in a deep breath and stretched a bit.

"That's a lot of food," Duncan said, confused.   "Is this another restaurant special or something?"

"Yeah, it's something like that," I said, not really thinking.   All I could think of was Duncan's soft fat body.   His belly looked so soft and warm, I wanted to bury my face in it and then suck on his tits.  

My erection throbbed so hard that I could feel it shift in my pants.    I casually clasped my hands together and covered my crotch, hoping that it wouldn't be too visible.    This arm position pushed my pecs together and just seemed to highlight the massive differences in our bodies.  

"How much do I owe you?"  Duncan said, his eyes darting down to my chest and arms and then back to meet my eyes, which also kept darting down to look at his flabby body.  

"Twenty-three dollars and eighty two cents," I said, suddenly realizing that I didn't have the card-reader attachment for my cell phone, which meant I couldn't charge him again.  I nervously stood frozen for a few seconds as Duncan gave me a confused look.

"You don't have the debit reader, do you?"  Duncan said, almost laughing.

"It appears that I do not," I said, my voice somewhere between panic and defeat.    He wasn't going to believe that I'm a delivery guy with mistakes like this.  

"So... what do we do here?" Duncan asked, puzzled.

I couldn't think of anything.   All I had was the wild card - the bag of weed tucked into the back of my pants.    It might diffuse the whole situation.   It was literally my only option.   I reached behind me, lifted up the back of my shirt and grabbed the bag of weed and held it out in my hand for him to see.

"Well, we could always smoke some of this and forget about what you owe,"  I suggested with a big grin.

Duncan burst out laughing at the sight of the weed.    His entire body sloshed and jiggled from the laughter.

"What's all this?" Duncan said, a look of confused joy on his face.

"This is the end of my shift - I'm all done for the night and I got this," I said, shaking the bag of weed.  "I was wondering if you wanted to smoke any?"

Duncan chuckled and grabbed the sides of his belly as he caught his breath a bit.   "You're the best delivery guy ever."

With that, I relaxed and tossed the bag of weed down on top of the huge pile of food boxes.    Duncan waddled over to the recliner in the room and sat down heavily, letting out a long sigh.  

"What's your name?"

"Tony," I replied, finally introducing myself to him after a month of seeing him daily.   I lowered myself down into the old couch across from Duncan's recliner.  

"Well, Tony, you work for a really odd restaurant, but I'm not complaining," Duncan replied, leaning forward to paw through the boxes and bags of food.   "This is a ton of food.   It's like you're trying to make me fat."

"I'm a little late for that, big guy," I said with a grin, lighting up a joint and then passing it to him.

"You got me there," he said, taking in a few short inhales and then holding his breath.

"So how long does it take you to finish off a big order like this?" I asked, watching his fat face eyeing over all the food.

"Something this size, I'll have some leftovers tomorrow but I'll get most of it in me tonight," Duncan said, almost proudly.  

"Most of THIS??  Man, I'd like to see that," I said, genuinely impressed.  

He handed me the joint and I puffed at it a few times before giving it back to him, leaning over the food to pass it to him while he struggled to lean over his own body to reach it.   He was out of breath just from that slight action, and I could feel my erection throbbing again as I watched him struggle against his own body.  

We continued to chat and pass joints back and forth for the next fifteen minutes until the munchies hit Duncan hard.   He suddenly was no longer interested in the weed and had his eyes locked on the food.    He opened a box of pizza and began rolling the entire pizza up like a carpet so he was left with a thick rolled tube of meats, cheese, sauce and crust.   He hungrily shoved one end of the rolled pizza into his mouth and began gorging on it like his life depended on it.    I could only watch with my cock pulsing hard in my pants.   I wanted to sink into his body and hold that disgusting log of pizza up to his mouth, pushing it in deeper and deeper until it was all inside of him and he was beginning me for more.

"Sorry, this probably looks pretty nasty," Duncan said with sauce smeared on his double chin.   "I don't usually have company while I'm eating."

"It looks good to me.  It's impressive, actually," I assured.

"Really?  You think that this is impressive?"  Duncan snorted.

"Most people deny themselves the food that they crave," I started.  "But you obviously don't live that way.   It's refreshing to see someone embrace their appetite."

"I lose control a bit sometimes," Duncan replied.  "I have a hard time with portion sizes.   I just can't seem to eat normal amounts.   I try, but..."

"Stop trying.  Eat as much as you want,"  I said bluntly.

"But if I eat as much as I truly wanted, I'd be in trouble," Duncan said, blushing.

"What do you mean by trouble?" I asked, my cock aching for relief.

"I mean that if I keep eating like this, I'm going to get too fat," he admitted, still blushing a deep shade of red.

"Too fat for what?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Too fat for everything - you name it,"  he replied.   "I'm already having issues with clothes and getting around town.  If I keep eating like this, I'll be too fat to do much of anything... besides eat."

"What's so bad about that?" I asked, trying to keep myself from looking too happy.

"It'll mean I can't do anything.  I wont be able to leave the house, or travel, or hang out with friends and family.    I won't be able to work or do anything in life," he said, before biting off another big chunk of pizza.

"What do you want to do in life?" I asked.

There was a long silence.    Duncan looked like someone had asked him the hardest question he's ever been asked.  His face blushed again and his chubby hands absent-mindedly rubbed his belly.  

"I don't know," was his quiet response.  

"You don't know what you want in life?" I asked.

"Not really," he replied.  "I mean, I had different plans growing up, but then nothing really panned out for me."

"Ideally, if you could do anything you wanted, what would you do?"  I asked, smoking another puff from a joint and handing it to him.

Duncan looked at the joint in one hand and then the greasy dripping pizza in the other.   He sighed deeply and took a quick puff from the joint.

"I guess it's this.    This is what I want to do," Duncan admitted, looking at his hands full of food and pot.  

"This is what makes you happy?" I asked, and he nodded in return.  "Then do this!  You don't have to be ashamed of it.    Eat as much as you want, smoke as much as you want.   It's your life and if that's what makes you happy - do it!"

"But what if I get too fat to--" he started, but I cut him off.

"--to smoke pot and eat?" I finished his sentence.  

Duncan chuckled a little and then said what he was going to say.

"What if I get so big that I can't move?" he pondered.    My erection throbbed so hard that it hurt.  

"Would that bother you?" I asked, staring at his flabby body and the drips of pizza grease on his soft lard.  

"I don't know what would happen to me," Duncan said, fully serious.  

"I'd still bring you food," I assured.

"That's not what worries me.    I wouldn't have anyone to care for me or help me, and I'd need help with everything," he blurted out.   "Sorry, I just get worried sometimes."

"I promise that if you ever need help, you can call me and I'll come and help," I replied, reaching over and placing my hand on his soft belly.

He looked at me, confused again.

"Why me?"  he asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not understanding.

"Why are you doing this with me?" he asked again.

"Doing what?" I tried to play dumb.

"Come on...   this whole thing... the delivery thing - all of this," Duncan said, waving his arm out over the huge stack of food.  "Why are you pretending to be a delivery man?"

I couldn't think.   No words came to my voice.   I just froze and stared at him, wanting to tell him everything but terrified that it would scare him off.  

"I'm not pretending," I lied.  

"You delivered me pizza from my favourite pizza place.  This is Prestico's Pizza," Duncan said, holding up one of the pizza boxes with the Prestico's logo on it.    

In my rush to get here, I completely forgot to switch out the pizza boxes with my own blank ones.   I sat silently and stared at the logo on the pizza box, trying to think of an excuse but there weren't any excuses.  I had been caught.   I slumped into myself.   I couldn't look at him.  I felt so ashamed over what I had done.

"I'm sorry," was all that I could muster to say.  

Duncan waited a few minutes, silently munching away at his pizza, breathing heavily as he pushed more food down his throat. After a few big mouthfuls, he took a break to take a drink and then leaned forward to talk again.

"I just want to hear the truth," Duncan said, not angrily.   He sounded calm but concerned.

I took a deep look at him before saying anything.   He was staring at me like a concerned friend and not an angry victim.   He needed to know everything and so I told him.

"I saw you one night on the bus," I started.  "You were walking home and I had to get off the bus so I could see you."

"Why?" he asked, still not understanding.

"Because you're beautiful," was all I could say to his face so I looked down at my hands as I said the rest.  "You're the sexiest guy that I've ever seen.  You stepped out of my fantasies, you really did."

There was silence from Duncan, so I kept talking.

"I followed you home, I know I shouldn't have, but I didn't want to lose you," I continued.  "I didn't know how to meet you or talk to you, but I knew that you love food."

"Because I'm so fat?" Duncan asked.  

I looked at him to see him look puzzled at what he was hearing.  

"Because you ate burger after burger on the walk home and I wanted to help you so you wouldn't have to walk so far to get all the food you want," I replied.   "I love that you love food so much.  I could watch you eat for hours."

"So it's all about the fat for you?" he asked, unsure whether to be hurt or not.

"I know it's hard to see sometimes, but a very fat body can be ridiculously attractive.   The curves, the softness, and warm jiggly softness... I look at you and I can't stop imagining you fatter.   I want to see you eat all day.   I want to bring you food and care for you when you get too fat to do anything," I confessed, looking at his belly the entire time.      

When I looked back up at Duncan's face, he was crying.   His eyes were watering and he was blushing heavily. I knelt down in front of him on the floor and placed my hands on either side of his belly and then looked him in the eyes.  

"If you let me, I will always keep you well fed and I'll help you with anything you need.    I know you might think I'm a creep, but don't ever hesitate if you need help or just want someone to talk to," I offered.  

He looked at me, eyes still watering and his expression still not giving away his feelings.  I got up and tried to smile as I turned to leave.

"I'm sorry I tricked you.   Please understand that I only did it so I could get to know you,"  I said, giving one last shot at pleading my case.   "I'm going to leave you alone, but please call me anytime.   The food's on me from now on."

I was about to open the door to leave when a voice called out behind me.

"Wait.   Just... wait,"  Duncan said with a sigh.   "You tricked me and I don't like being tricked.   However, you basically just tricked me into a month of dates without me knowing it.   Yes?"

"Yeah...  Yes.   I just wanted to see you happy and maybe get to know you," I said, completely honest.    

"You think I'm attractive?"  he asked.

"The sexiest guy I've ever seen," I admitted.

"You want me to get fatter?" he asked.

"I want to make you the biggest, if you'll let me," I responded.  

"You want to take care of me as I get fatter?"  he asked.

"I want to pamper you and make you feel like a king," I said, walking up to him.

"Is there anything else I should know?" Duncan asked.

"No.   You just need something to eat," I said with a grin, opening up a box of pizza.      

I rolled the pizza up like he had done and then brought it up to his lips with a confident grin.  

"Open up, piggy," I said, soft and deep.  

He obeyed and I crammed a good mouthful into his awaiting mouth, bulging out his cheeks as I stuffed it in with force.   He bit off the mouthful and spent the next minute slowly chewing and swallowing the mass of meat, cheese, sauce and dough.    He just stared at me while he ate, trying to understand what this new development meant.  

"Can I admit something to you?" Duncan asked, clearing his mouth with one final swallow.

"Sure," I said, playing lightly with one of his nipples while I held the log of pizza in my other hand, waiting for him to take another bite.

"I remember you from that first night.   I remember walking by you and I had a feeling you were walking behind me," he confessed.   "I remembered you again when you dropped the food off the first time, and I had the strangest feeling that you were faking the delivery service - especially after you left without getting me to pay for it."

"You knew the entire time?" I asked, chuckling a little.

"Maybe?    I don't know if I knew for sure, but I definitely was hoping," he confessed.   "From that first night, I thought you were hot."

"Oh?" I asked, kissing his fat neck.

"Can I confess one more thing?" Duncan asked, moaning as I nibbled at his ear lobe.

"Tell me anything you want," I said, licking his double chin.

"I want to be fat - fatter," he admitted.    "I want to be really fat.  I always have, but I've been fighting it for years.   Until now."

"Stop fighting it.  Let me help you give in to your urges.   I want to see you happy and eating all the time.   I want to fatten you up so badly, you have no idea," I whispered, my fingers probing down below his belly and into his fat pad.  "Stop fighting all those urges. Give in, piggy.   I want you to be my piggy.  I'll fatten you so much that you won't be able to move."

Duncan moaned, feeling my fingers slide into the hole where his erect cock was buried.

"More," he moaned.

"You want more, piggy?  Alright, I'll give you more," I said firmly through clenched teeth as my fingers slipped into a slimy precum that lubed his tiny cock head.   "How about I immobilize you with fat?   What if I delivered food daily and all you have to do is lay here naked and let me feed it to you while I fuck you senseless?    What if all you ever had to do was keep your belly full to brim and gain more and more fat every day for me?    What if you had no choice?"

Duncan moaned and I could feel his cock pulse as I talked.  

"I'm going to come here with so much food that you'll spend every waking moment face deep in food with your giant ass in the air.   I'll push my cock deep in your ass while you gorge on food like a pig.   I'll make you my piggy and you know what pigs are grown for?" I asked him.

"Fat," he snorted.

"That's right, Piggy," I said, shoving the roll of pizza in his mouth.    "You'll be my piggy and I'll grow you for your soft heavy lard.    All that beautiful lard that weighs you down and makes you less and less mobile.    You're a fat piggy and the fatter you get, the less chance you'll be able to run away.   You're mine now, and I'm going to make sure you're so bloated with lard that you can't even roll over on your own."    

"I don't want to be able to move," he begged as his fat hips bucked at him hand, sending his little cock pushing through my fingers in rhythm.  

"Will you be my piggy?   Forever fattening up for me?"  I asked him, grasping and pushing my fingers against his cock.

"Yes.  Yes, I'll be your piggy," he pleaded, breathing heavily as his cock jammed through my grip.

"I've never wanted anyone so badly in my life," I said, licking his nipples and tugging at them with my teeth.   "I'm going to make you so fat you'll be begging me to stop... but I won't."  

Duncan moaned loudly, ramming his cock as hard as he could.   I grabbed his entire fat pad and jiggled it wildly, sending his cock slapping into the fat flesh all around it.  

"Don't stop," he pleaded and then snorted accidentally as he tensed up and erupted with cum.    

My fingers were flooded with the hot gooey release of his cum.  

"Good piggy," I moaned in his ear.

As his breathing caught up, I brought the rest of the food over to his bedside table and then led him over to the mattress.    

"Did you work up an appetite?" I asked, helping him over to the bed.

"Yeah, I think so," he said with a big dumb grin.

I helped him into bed, laying him down on his belly with his face hanging over the tabletop covered in food.   I spread his ass cheeks and slapped them, sending the soft billowy cheeks wobbling and clapping into each other.

"Fuck, you're deep," I said, pushing my finger into the deep crevice of his ass.   He began eating as I swirled my finger around his hole, loosening up his muscles before I attempted to plunge my cock into him.    

He moaned and snorted as he ate loudly, using his arms to hold the big roll of pizza in his mouth, stuffing his face as I fingered his hole.   He squirmed and squealed as I plunged another finger in and continued pushing them in and out as he greedily gulped down more.  He was just as much of a pig as I had hoped.   He was in ecstasy as I massaged his prostate, having to get nearly elbow deep just to get in that deep.  

I mounted his ass, spreading his cheeks as far apart as possible.   My cock was barely able to reach his hole through all the fat, and my cock isn't small.   I rammed in as hard as I could, popping my cock in and out of his hole entirely as I dropped my entire weight on his ass and had his bouncy ass push me back with even more force.   It didn't take me long to cum, grabbing hold of his love handles and pushing in as deep as I could.   My seed spurted out into his hole, shooting out inside of him and over his hole as I slipped back out of him.   I ground my erection into his ass fat as I continued to cum.    I kept fucking him, releasing another load before I finally quit humping the mounds of ample lard.    

He was eating from the box of cake when I finished, his nose and cheeks smeared with icing and crumbs, his mouth packed with cake but still showing a satisfied smile.  He finished swallowing before moaning and staring up at me, looking fully content.

"Oh my god, that was fun," he said and laughed.

"You need to be fatter.   I want to have to fuck you with a big strap on," I said with a wink.   He moaned in pleasure at the suggestion, wiggling his jiggly butt cheeks around in response.

"Then let's get me fatter," he said, taking another big mouthful of cake.

"Oh, you be better be prepared because this is your last year walking, fatty," I promised, bringing him a container of cream from the fridge to help him wash down his cake.

"Are you serious about all of this?  You'll be there for me as I grow fatter?" Duncan asked very seriously.

"I'll do anything and everything for you.   I really mean that.  I'll marry you to prove it if you want, but I promise that I'll be there for you, no matter how monstrously obese you get," I vowed to him, "and you're going to be so fucking obese."

"I believe you," he said, tearing up.  "Thank you."

"Thank you.  I never thought I'd find someone like you.   Like I said before, I just couldn't let you get away," I said, sitting next to him in the bed and patting his ass.   He simply leaned against my thigh and whimpered happily, nuzzling his head against my stomach and using my leg like a pillow.  

THREE MONTHS LATER

"I'm home!"

The apartment smelled like food and sweat.   Empty food boxes filled several garbage bags next to the front door.  I kicked my boots off and wandered into Duncan's apartment.   I could hear heavy breathing and the CPAP machine running as I turned the corner to see my piggy napping in between meals.   He hadn't stood up in almost a month.

Angry red stretch marks covered his belly, tits and thighs.  Even the fat pad under his belly was covered in new stretch marks.   He was laying with his legs and arms spread out to make room for all the new fat that had recently formed.   His thighs made it impossible to stand up as they pushed his legs so far apart.   His leg muscles had weakened in the past three months from a complete lack of use and an unrelenting supply of greasy takeout food that was effectively draining pure fat into his body.   I had brought him his food and given him sponge bathes in bed daily.   Even before he became immobile, I was giving him sponge bathes and making sure he never stood up or walked around.  

I would pile so much food in front of him every day and keep him high on appetite-stimulant weed so he would just spend all of his time eating and sleeping.   He grew weaker almost overnight.  Weaker in strength and weaker in will power.   I brought him more and more deep fried and extra fattening foods and he gobbled them up without hesitation.   He sucked down a tall jug of gravy one time without a second thought.   He watched with a giant smile as I melted a whole pound of lard into his ten pounds of mashed potatoes with a whole pound of butter and a gallon of gravy.    He eagerly sucked down the pureed potato slop and blew a fat load of cum while I was fucking his ass with an oversized strap-on dildo.   He came when I was telling him that I wanted to feed him that every day.    

As the days passed, his mobility got worse and worse until a month ago he couldn't get out of bed and I had to collect his piss in a container and then went out to a home care pharmacy for a few key supplies.  I returned home with a new bedpan just in time to use it and then gave my piggy a cleaning in bed.   He cried the first time, but I gave him a jug of cream and a bag of donuts to eat to take his mind off of his collapsing independence.   I ended up fingering his cock hole and making him cum before the end of the donuts, coaxing him fatter as he snorted and gobbled down the cream and fried cakes and forgetting about the pathetic and terrifying lack of mobility.

"I love you," he nearly belched out after finishing the donuts.

"I love you more with each pound, piggy," I said with a toothy smile, nibbling on his fat double chin and then kissing him.  "Now open up and let me love you more."

He opened his mouth obediently and I began pushing him deeper into a life of extreme obesity that he would never escape.